then she rides in on a gust of wind
and takes us by the hand,
and she takes us to the land
of the sun...

(chorus)

and the fallen leaves look like
gold to me,
but my persephone
i can see...
that you don't believe
when i say to you,
but my persephone
it is true,
that the better half of me
will die with you...

in the blackest, darkest night
she'll shine right through my selfishness,
and past my ignorance
to light my way...
and she'll stay and hold my hand
when my cross is too much to bare,
and she'll hide the solemn stares
from my face...

(chorus)

the sands of time are most unkind
and they don't seem to care,
that i nolonger wear her in my arms...
but i'll look for sign of her
inside of others i am sure,
and they will be adored just like her...

(chorus)